Tyrande stood on the deserted pavement on the outskirts of Zin Azshari, only a hundred meters from the temple where she had spent many decades of her life, firing arrows at the daemons circling the city over and over again. Her face did not reflect the torment that was in her soul, and she desperately tried not to think about the events taking place around her, but this was impossible. After all, no more than half an hour had passed since the moment the first explosion cut through the silence of the city, and a whole half hour since the former life for her was irretrievably lost.What has she seen so far? A quiet and native village to her heart, which she had to leave after her friends. The peace and comfort of the temple of Elune, in which evil had no power, and everyone found solace. Conversations with Cenarius, who was kind and attentive to all his students, to everyone, even to those who did not listen to him. This whole beautiful and filled with joy and expectation world died tod
Palace of Queen Azshara, 13 days since the arrival of demons in the world of Azeroth.In a large hall, made in the shape of a hemisphere, a lone figure rushed about with the fury of a hunted beast. A night elf with a blindfold that showed a green glow, with a body covered in poisonous green symbols and armed with a strange weapon - two double-edged glaives. Curved, they were most suitable for cutting blows, but their incredible quality made it possible not only to cut, but also to chop everything that was in the way. A strange weapon for Azeroth, but the night elf handled it with surprising deftness, creating around him a real whirlwind of steel, colored with a piercing green glow of filth. But even farther away from him, fury spread, from which the air seemed to tremble. Thirst for blood, thirst for murder. A rabid tiger that is ready to slash the one who inadvertently enters the cage.This comparison had other signs. From time to time, a quiet growl was heard, and the attacks themse
Hakkar, obviously, did not like to delay the assignments entrusted to him, and therefore, after the order of the Nathrezim, he immediately set off, without even thinking of asking about my readiness to immediately set out. As a result, I went on this campaign with only the most necessary - that is, with weapons always carried with me, and all that remained was to dream that food would be found on the way and it would not be the same as the demons prefer, because what was made with the help of my magic could already be safely used as an instrument of torture.Thoughts were filled with the desire to act, joyful anticipation, but all these feelings were frozen in ice when the picture of Zin Azshari opened to me. Graceful houses and joyful residents of the city still lived in the memories, who met the appearance of stars in the sky and it turned out to be incredibly difficult to see what had become of the city now. Shards of broken stone crunched underfoot, and the smell of burning was st
Outskirts of the city of Kirinor, 16 days since the demon invasion of Azeroth.My first impulse was to assure the girl that her role in the victory was no less than mine. Actually, this would be true, because without Maiev I would not have coped, she arrived in time at the most critical moment of the battle and turned the scales in our favor. Before the words could escape my lips, however, a sudden thought entered my head, instantly banishing the fog of fatigue.It was necessary to think over everything that had happened, and therefore, asking the priestess to get up from her knees, I apologized and, citing fatigue and the need to comprehend what was said to her, asked for a little time to answer. Which he received, once again surprised at the calmness of the girl. So what is the question before me? Briefly outlined, it sounded like this: why was this battle almost lost by me? It would seem that a simple question and a simple answer to it - I was weak and therefore could not cope wit
It would probably be incredibly stupid if my life was cut short at that moment. Especially after viewing the memories that I got, where Illidan of the future repeatedly survived where everyone else died and even managed to survive the fifth and final invasion of demons. The latter is because the disfigured and fading Azeroth managed to fight back, but at the same time lost most of what attracted the demons. The world simply became uninteresting to the conquerors and was left to die. It no longer had valuable artifacts and powerful sources of magic, there were no great entities. All that remains on it is the pitiful remnants of the previously numerous races and one of the last representatives of the elven people - Illidan the Betrayer. In the future, I was able to survive both my many enemies and a few associates. I was able to survive there where the rest died and to die now at the hands of a hysterical elf would be the highest shame! Why did I think of an elf? And whose other arrow c
Stretched out on the cool ground, I enjoyed a brief moment of calm after a long march. Next to me lay Maiev, who, although she had not made this journey on her own two feet, was also tired of sitting in the saddle. The priestess was given a sabertooth, while I turned into a tiger and ran along with the others, already glad that no one had to be carried on my hump.However, I did not complain at all about this state of affairs. After all, constantly being in the skin of a tiger, I could enjoy bright colors, emotions on the faces of elves, and for some reason, such a look gave a feeling of peace and security, absurd, given the fact that in this form my combat capabilities were significantly limited, but did feelings always rational? The euphoria of these sensations and just a brief moment of peace, when you are surrounded by brothers, and not vile creatures, was indescribable. What can I say, if even during the halts I did not turn back into an elf, but remained in animal form, except f
City of Seran, 1 day since the demonic invasion of AzerothThe elves who left Zin Azshari and stepped into the quiet and so safe streets of Seran could not believe that the horror that haunted them was left behind. Yet they desperately hoped that what had happened was in the past, that it was all over and that the threat no longer existed.Dath'Remar was the one who knew that nothing was going to end, but was only just beginning, and he also knew that right now he had the opportunity to become the head of the force that would fight against the demons, lead the army of the Kingdom. But all this is only subject to immediate action. That is why, already a few seconds after the feet of the disgraced aristocrat set foot on Seran's pavement, he himself began to look for Neuranon.The captain of the Karite guard showed up nearby, which was not surprising, yet they left Zin Azshari within a few seconds. Now the commandant peered into the streets of the city and thought about something, howeve
Kaldorei camp near the city of Seran. 26 days since the demonic invasion of Azeroth“General, the demons are three hours away from us, fast approaching.” The voice of the scout brought Dath'Remar out of his thoughts, forcing him to pay attention to reality.She just wasn't happy. A deep, withering feeling, reminiscent of thirst, and the one that occurs after two days without water next to a crystal clear pond, did not leave for a second, and only in such moments of thought it was possible to distract from it. The role of the reservoir was performed by magic accumulators, which were at arm's length and could give a brief feeling of bliss, only their use would be real madness, especially in anticipation of battle.Even more unbearable seemed the views of close and simple warriors that did not leave him for a second. The elves remembered the words of salvation, that the curse that had fallen on the kaldorei would be lifted, and now they waited, waited with desperate, mad hope. And he was